Knight with Wand

Rushing through the low alley with quick steps, the anxious Larian arrived at the lord's backyard where the gryphon landed.

Worried about the safety of those ladies and everyone else, the knight errant pressed the handle of the knife on his waist and slammed open the courtyard door in front of him.

But he rushed in with his sword in hand to take a look.

But they found Leon and others enjoying themselves standing beside the giant beast.

The knight errant from Kantadar couldn't help but be stunned.

"Who is it? Stop!"

The guards immediately surrounded the stranger who suddenly broke into the courtyard.

Leon turned around when he heard the sound.

Seeing Larian suddenly running towards him, he quickly stopped the guards from driving him away: "Don't be nervous, this is my friend."

After speaking, Leon smiled at the knight errant and said, "Sir Larian, are you worried that we will be attacked?"

Larian looked at the giant beast that was still munching the sheep, realized that he might have overreacted, and apologized quickly.

"I'm sorry, Lord Leon, I heard a roar in the east, and after asking passers-by I found out that a monster had 'attacked' your mansion, but now it seems it was a misunderstanding."

He looked at Leon's back casually leaning on the griffin, and raised his eyebrows in surprise, but still let go of the knife handle that he had always held tightly.

"This is not a monster. This lady is the real 'savior' of Selva. Without her help a few months ago, the people in this village and I would not be alive today." Leon explained .

"It's really rare that you can live in harmony with such a terrifying creature." Larian looked at the huge adult griffon with an expression that was both novel and inexplicable.

"If you know them well, these big guys are not scary. I think they are cute." Leon patted the death claw behind him and said with a smile.

"Cute? Ha. Ha. Maybe it's because the environment is different."

Larian reluctantly laughed twice, looked at the griffin, and said helplessly: "In Kantardar, the griffon is a symbol of death and disaster. I really can't see how such a frightening existence in legend is cute."

"Death and disaster?" Leon couldn't help but be stunned.

In the kingdom of Therian, the gryphon is a symbol of holiness and auspiciousness.

Although the Kingdom of Orland where we live today does not have the filter given by the Holy Sun Church's classics, in the eyes of people like Old Uncle Brian who are aware of the existence of griffins, they are also neutral creatures that are incompatible with humans.

Why did the style of painting suddenly change when we arrived at Kantadar?

Larian looked at the giant beast and explained to Leon: "Perhaps the species is different. In southern legends, these gods of death fall from the sky and harm herdsmen everywhere. Although they are rarely seen in Kantadar, But I heard that the Urians further south are still harassed by them from time to time.”

While the two were talking, little Goethe, who was put on the ground by Corvis to eat not far away, had already gnawed the leg of lamb clean with a moan, and the whole bone was covered with scratches left by the little eagle's beak. mark.

Olivia took a cloth and wiped the blood on the griffin cub's sharp mouth and claws.

The little griffon seemed to have regained its mood. It obediently waited for Olivia to clean the stains on its beak and claws, and then contentedly lowered its head to peck at the claws and limb sockets and comb its hair.

The gryphon, which had already swallowed the whole fat sheep, saw that the child had finished eating, and couldn't help but eagerly approached him.

Eating food seemed to be very effective in suppressing panic. This time little Goethe was no longer as frightened as when he first woke up.

Surrounded by familiar family members at this moment, plus everyone is so close to the giant beast, the little guy at least understands that the other party will not hurt him.

Chirping tentatively, the griffin cub lay on the ground. The huge head that was lowered by the death claws retreated a little and hid at Corvis's feet.

The young man knelt down and comforted her patiently, then picked it up and handed it to little Goethe's real mother.

The head of the giant beast was once again attached to the body of the cub.

The slowly flowing magic elements once again resonated with each other.

Warmth, familiarity, intimacy, care.

Little Goethe felt the connection engraved in his blood in a daze, and suddenly realized something.

Is the big guy in front of me the mother?

The cub cries softly.

Deathclaw responded gently.

Corvis saw that the little guy in his hand was no longer afraid, so he put it back on the ground.

With four paws on the ground, the little griffon slowly crawled towards the big griffin with which it was related.

However, after taking a few steps, it couldn't help but turn back and look at Corvis who was squatting on the spot, called out to the people close to him who accompanied him all day long, and then ran back to the boy's feet.

In this little guy's head, it seems that he can't tell which one is his "mother".

Deathclaw looked at the blond boy whom little Goethe had missed so much.

It blinked, seeming to understand all this.

Leon on the side looked at the hesitation of the little griffon, and couldn't help but look at each other with Corvis.

He doesn't mind returning the gryphon kits to the Deathclaws.

But now it seems that little Goethe doesn't want to leave at all.

Just like that in the backyard with everyone watching.

Corvis tried to play with the gryphon cub next to Deathclaw.

The big gryphon was very doting and lay down even lower, even lying on its side, letting its children climb on it and play.

The little guy gradually became familiar with his mother's scent, and in the company of Corvis, he let go of his paws and squirmed playfully under the giant wings.

This warm and strange scene lasted for a long time. Even the women and servants in the mansion could not help but open the windows and secretly watch this scene that was probably once in a lifetime.

The interaction between the gryphon mother and her son lasted until nearly noon when Deathclaw stood up again.

The big gryphon crowed at Leon, and then backed away from everyone, spreading its giant wings that covered the sky, as if preparing to take off into the sky.

Little Goethe looked at his mother who was retreating, with confusion in his eyes.

But Leon could see that the Death Claw didn't seem to intend to take away its cubs.

"Are you leaving again?"

Leon came to the griffin with its wings spread, pointed at Goethe held by Corvis and asked: "Aren't you going to take your child with you?"

Judging from the playful play between Deathclaw and little Goethe just now, the gryphon's terrifying giant claws were unexpectedly dexterous, and it shouldn't be a problem to hold Goethe back to the lair.

Deathclaw barked again in response.

It cannot speak, but expresses itself through actions.

The wings stirred up strong winds, causing everyone's hair to flutter.

The huge gryphon flew into the blue sky, lifted by the lifting force of the flapping elements.

In the roaring sound.

It's gone after all.

The soaring giant beast disappeared from the horizon, leaving only little Goethe in Corvis's arms, screaming anxiously and reluctantly at his leaving mother.

Leon set up a pergola with his hands and watched the silhouette of the griffin gradually disappear.

What does this mean?

Entrusted the child to be fostered in Selva?

The brief incident of the arrival of the gryphon ended, and everyone dispersed to reflect on what they had just seen and heard.

That day, after someone was sent to explain to the people that the gryphon was harmless, the people began to talk about the giant beast after dinner.

The refugee camps in the west are even more unbelievable. The lord of Selva actually has a terrible monster as a friend.

The commotion even made Madam Adelina curious and sent someone over to find out.

The end of a noisy day.

Just when Leon felt that the matter was over.

At noon the next day.

Selvane was once again filled with the commotion of villagers, the barking of domestic dogs, and the neighing of horses.

There was a muffled sound of a heavy object falling in the lord's backyard.

The guard hurried into the hall and shouted to Leon: "Sir! That thing yesterday... it's back again!"

"ah?"

After putting down their lunch, the surprised Leon and others hurried to the backyard.

I saw it in the courtyard.

The carcass of a wild goat was thrown to the ground, its skin and flesh torn apart.

Then he looked up into the sky.

The Deathclaw hovering at low altitude cried happily to the people below, and then it flapped its wings and flew away.

Since then, every now and then, precious game will fall from the sky in the backyard.

Deathclaws would fly in every few days, dropping prey they caught from nowhere.

Leon discovered that not only did he not have to worry about little Goethe's food expenses.

Even the family can occasionally enjoy the glory of the little one and taste game as a tooth sacrifice. After all, the young griffon cannot eat a cow or sheep at the moment, and there is no refrigerator to keep it fresh these days, so there is no waste in eating.

Occasionally, the Deathclaw drops its prey and walks away.

Sometimes, they would drop down and call the cubs to everyone, and stay with them for a while.

Leon's house is almost used as a nursery.

Gradually, even the villagers of Selva became numb to this giant creature that often visited the village.

There are even curious and bold young people who, when they get the chance, climb onto the surrounding roofs to look at the giant beast.

Unknowingly.

Rumors that Lord Selva kept a griffon spread like wildfire in the Briar Collar.